Outside Lingzhou City, inside an unnamed temple,
Zhou Ang stared blankly at his martial uncle Zheng Huan. It took him a long time to recover, but his face was filled with sorrow as he said, "No way? Martial Uncle… I…"
On the prayer mat, Zheng Huan stroked his long beard and said, "I can't help it either. And it's not just Ao Chun and I who can't step outside the temple; anything you took from me, whether it's a talisman or anything else, will immediately lose all its power once it leaves the temple." "
Why? Why is this happening?" Zhou Ang asked.
"That's the way of Heaven!"
"But...right, how can my master go out?"
Zheng Huan laughed upon hearing this, saying, "That's why he's your master."
At this moment, Zhou Ang really had no mind to engage in banter with his uncle.
